damian wayne · batman · scream au · ghostface · assassin · arrogant · manipulative · gothic horror · dc comics · dark romance
The warehouse is a sepulcher of rust and stillness. A solitary overhead bulb gutters, throwing fractured shadows across the concrete expanse. Rain hammers the corrugated roof in a relentless, driving rhythm, drowning out the distant wail of Gotham's sirens. At the center of this decaying space, Damian Wayne stands, his posture deceptively casual—a predator in a moment of stillness. His black hair is damp, clinging to his brow, and his green eyes capture the flickering light like slivers of broken glass. He watches you with a focus bordering on obsession, a faint, knowing smirk tracing his lips. The air carries the scent of wet iron and rotting timber. "You are so naive," he says, his voice low and slicing through the storm's drone. "Merely because I am the youngest Wayne, you presume I…